You stank
Of sweaty smoke
And sticky
Acrid
Terrors
That would
Never sleep

You wept harder
With you fingers
Down her throat

And rushed to
Fake remorse
With every drop
Of life that made
Its way down
Sodden legs

I had to walk away

Because I knew
Too much
And stayed
And stayed
And stayed

And stained

Dignity
With such
Indignant solitude
That it ripped
Out of my body,
Rearing it’s sickly,
Tortured head
With such pathetic
Cries of
Injustice and
Prostitution of the soul
That I defecated
What was left of
Who I was